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"You really like crying!" Feng Yu murmured in a low voice.
The sadness in his heart, because of his light banter, was blocked in an instant, and Lin Xiangxiang turned his back in shame.
"I'm sorry, did I make you laugh?" Miss Lin's voice is as small as a mosquito.
Feng Yu some overbearing pull her small to his in front, looking at her dyed tears and more clear eyes.
He thin lips again, smile gently: "don't cry, we finally meet, shouldn't be happy?"
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